The Rain Returns

My current dry spell only lasted a month or so, then my finger came out of the dike, the water flowed, and I was drenched. It’s odd how sometimes, thoughts and ideas flow from some unknown spring. Sometimes there is nothing for weeks at a time. Is this writer’s block, or just writing being trumped by life? Luckily, for me, writing is a hobby, not a career filled with objectives and deadlines.

My favorite solution to overcome a dry spell or to start writing when nothing interesting comes to mind is from the movie “Finding Forrester,” when Forrester says to Jamal:

“A Season of Faith’s Perfection.” Start typing that. Sometimes the simple rhythm of typing gets us from page one to page two. When you begin to feel your own words, start typing them.

Sometimes, I like think about a story, or maybe a character for days without writing anything at all. Sometimes it takes a while to understand a character, to get to know him or her. What would the character say or do in this situation, or that? What is he or she thinking? Then, all of a sudden the path, or plot forward becomes clear and I return to writing.

It’s been a productive month. 😀

About dave1y

Dave Oney was born mid last century in Middlebury, Vermont. He received his BS in Chemistry and worked as a polymer chemist in Massachusetts and New Jersey. He became a microscopist (someone who studies little bitty things using a microscope) and photomicrographer (someone who photographs little bitty things) before settling into a 35-year career in technical sales of scientific imaging equipment (the science of digitally recording itty bitty things, sending the image to a computer for analysis.) He designed and created a number of products contributing to this field. He is (was) proficient in several computer languages and is currently working on mastering English. After making a few more paradigm shift career changes Dave and his wife, Fran, retired and moved closer to their children and granddaughters and now live in the foothills of the Sierra Nevadas.
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